One fine body…
- Portland, Oregon
- Work Dog Life Coach
- About Portland Ghost His voice calls to me through the darkness softly, at my ear the whispered words telling of a life i’ve only imagined. his life is echoed among these streets, meanings strewn among blocks and parks and names and places; an entire book as a city which no one can ever read. often have i dreamed of finding him here on the bus, eyes glued to the rain trailing down the window or on a sidewalk head down eyes averted trying to get to a place where everything is okay. as i wander i wonder, was he here? is he here? in life, would he have liked me? questions with no answer. an eternity of possibilities listed down his arm grace my unanswerable questions with
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